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Hey hows it going guys/girls Here are a few ghost stories, some that have been told by my grandparents, parents and some that have happened to me, Enjoy! ALL OF THE STORIES ARE TRUE!!!!!! SORT OF LONG, BUT WORTH THE READ!! The first story comes from my grandmother on my fathers side.......... 1. It happened sometime around the 1950's my Great Grandfather was dyeing and in the hospital (in Chicago, this was way before my time so I know little of the actual year and location). My Grandmother had gone to visit him (her father) in the hospital which was on the 6th floor of the building, he was nearing the end so she figured she would be there to comfort him. My Grandmother had spent a few days in the hospital, as my Great Grandfather's condition deteriorated. On this certain night my Great Grandfather was sleeping in the hospital bed as my Grandmother read a book to herself by his side. (as she says) All of a sudden she heard a tapping on the window, TAP TAP TAP, as she describes it, "it was not a "light tap" but more of a deliberate tap, as in to get someones attention". (Keep in mind that my Great Grandfathers room was on the 6th floor, with no trees anywhere near the window, according to my Grandmother). Just as my Grandmother lifted her head, diverting her attention from her book to the window, from which the tapping came, my Great Grandfather, who was sleeping soundly, sat strait up in bed and pointed at the window, and SCREAMED! "Hes here, Hes here to take me!". My Grandmother then turned to the window and noticed that there was a black shadowy figured outside of the window, (as she puts it) "it blocked the lamps in the street, that could be seen from the window, and then vanished". According to my grandmother, she was very frightened, not only because her Dyeing father had practically jumped from the bed, but also from the figure that she had seen out the window. My Great Grandfather died within an hour of this happening. My Grandmother swears that it was Death (The Grimm Reaper) coming to escort his soul to the afterlife. And here is another story told by my Mother about her Grandparents (my Great grandparents) I don't know too many of the details of this story but I will relay what information I have, (I will talk to my mother soon to seen if she can give me anymore info) 2. As the story goes (told to me by my mother) This story takes place sometime in the 1930's or 40's My Great Grandparents on my mother side (not sure if they were my grandmothers parents or my grandfathers parents), once owned a table (not sure how they came about this table, I have no idea if was an err loom or something they purchased, but it definitely was not new) This table was placed in the Dining room, to be used as a place that all the family could sit at and have dinner. The children in the family would often play at the table (jacks or card games and what not). As my mother tells it " when all of the children would put there hands on the table, it would start to dance" "not just rocking on the floor, as if the children were tipping it from side to side" "it would actually lift off of the ground, and make motions back and forth as if it were dancing". Apparently this happened numerous times, the kids in the family told there father (my great grandfather) what would happen when they put all of their hands on the table, he would say "NON SENSE!". According to my mother he was a very stern and serious person, and did not have anytime for "fun and games". One day while the whole family was in the Dining room all of the children put their hands on the table, to show their father that what they had said was true, and the table began to dance. Apparently my Great grandfather walked over to the table saw what was happening and then gently placed his hands on the table, and the table dropped to the ground and stopped "dancing" As my mother tells it, anytime the children would put their hands on the table it would dance, if, while it was dancing, my Great Grandfather put his hands on the table, it would stop immediately! According to my mother this happened over and over again, I will have to ask her what ever happened to the table (it would be interesting to have now) My next few stories involve the house that my parents live in now. Purchased new in 1990, in a nice newly developing neighborhood, near the base of a 1500ft mountain. (I'm not sure if this has anything to do with it) but the area where the house stands now, was once occupied by Indians and early settlers to California (around the 1800's) I lived in this house from 1990 till the mid 2000's before moving into my own place (Im only 28, so I moved out when I was about 23) (a little background info on the house) Since moving into this house we have always had strange things happen, it first started with slamming of cabinets, lights and appliances turning on and off by themselves. Most nights it would sound as if someone was walking down the hallway, as verified by my mother father and brothers. It got to the point where if me or my brothers were sick we would not want to stay home alone, we would end up just going to school anyways because we didn't want to stay in the house alone. I remember one night, it was raining outside with lightening and thunder, when cabinets started to slam open and shut with no one near them. (we never saw them slam, but could definitely hear them!) My brothers and I ran outside (I was 12 as was my twin, and my older brother was 15). We stood outside in the rain for about 3 hours till my parents came home, we did not want to go back inside. This happened many many times to everyone in the family. (all 5 of us) During the period while all of this was still happening in our house......... 3. One Night me and my mother (I was about 17) followed my dad down stairs.... We started on the 2nd story of our house, from the main living room, where the couch and TV are. Down the hallway (20ft), down the first flight of stairs (8ft), down the second flight of stairs (8ft), down the first level hallway (10ft), down another hallway (5ft) to the house/garage door entrance and into the laundry room Me and my mother followed my father all the way from the upstairs to the down stairs a total, of at least 41ft, if not more. Keep in mind that we were two steps behind him the whole time, all the way from the upstairs room to the laundry room (down stairs), prob about 3 ft away from him the whole time. (if I would have taken a "double step" I could have touched him in the back) Each time my dad turned a corner, 1 sec later, me and my mother turned the corner, with my dad in sight for 98% of the journey (from upstairs to downstairs) when we turned the corner down the last stretch of (downstairs) hallway, ending in the Laundry room, we froze.......my dad was nowhere to be found. I paused......said "what the hell" turned to look at my mom, (she gave me a weird look) and we both started calling for my dad. Who happened to be sitting upstairs where we started the journey. My question is, WHO THE HELL DID WE FOLLOW INTO THE LAUNDRY ROOM IF IT WASN'T MY DAD???????? WE HAD OUR EYES ON WHATEVER IT WAS THE WHOLE TIME, AS WE FOLLOWED IT DOWNSTAIRS!!!!!!!! And this leads me to my next ghost story, this happened last year (2009), around Thanksgiving. 4. I was visiting my parents for the holiday, staying in my old room I have always had, since my parents have never changed it since I left. I was sleeping in bed and woke up around 4 in the morning and was super thirsty, I decided to go back to sleep because if I got up to get some water I would probably never get back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later because I had gotten a phone call (it was about 7:45am according to my cell phone), I answered, but nobody replied so I hung up , by this time I REALLY needed some water, so I had to get up. I had a cup next to my bed so I grabbed it and headed toward the bathroom to fill it up (which is just across the hall from my room, about 8 ft away) As I opened my door, I noticed my dad standing in his robe messing with the TV (which is normal, as he normally will wake up and turn the TV on so he can watch it while getting ready for work) I said "good morning" and proceeded to walk to the bathroom to fill my cup with water and head back to bed. As I was walking to the bathroom my father followed me, and proceeded to talk to me as I was filling my cup with water....... I was half asleep at this point, and really couldn't comprehend anything that he had said to me, it was just all "gibberish" at the time. He kept talking to me as I was heading back to my room, when I finally got to the door of my room, I said "DAD! I don't know what the hell your talking about , I'm going back to sleep!" Then proceeded to walk into my room. When I woke up a few hours later I remembered that my dad was talking to me when I went to get some water, a few hours before. All I could remember was that my dad was telling me that the house was a mess and to clean it up before he came home, I also remembered that I yelled at him. Feeling super bad for yelling at my dad, as soon as I woke up I straightened everything in the house, cleaned the dishes, vacuumed the floors, basically I did everything to make the house look "spik and span",before he came home, it was perfect! I waited around the house till about 6pm, still feeling bad for talking that way to my dad. As soon as my dad walked in the door, I was there to meet him, I told him that I was sorry for talking that way to him early this morning. He looked puzzled......and said what?..........what are you talking about? So I went over what had happened early in the morning and once again told him that I was sorry. He then said "I didn't see you this morning" I said yeah, it was at.....(looking at my phone, to check the time when the person who had called me had woken me up).....7:45am.......... My dad then proceeded to tell me that he had to leave early for work that morning because the alarm at work had gone off. He said that he left the house sometime around 3am in the morning and was no where near the house at or around 7:45am in the morning............. ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!! WHO THE HELL DID I TALK TOO EARLY THAT MORNING!!!!!!! And sorry to make this post so long, here is my last story................... (I hope they have been interesting!) This story happened just earlier this year in Tombstone Arizona, at the Best Western hotel called Lookout Lodge. 5. Me and my family took a trip to Tombstone Arizona, we stayed at the Best Western (Lookout Lodge) just outside town. (which happens to be about a half mile away from boot hill) It was a birthday present for my twin brother who wanted to check out Tombstone so all of my family went (all 5 of us). We ended up getting to Tombstone pretty late in the night maybe around 10 pm... we checked in and them headed to our room, (I can't remember what room it was but if I saw a layout of the hotel I could tell you what room we were in). There were five of us staying in the room all together, with only two beds, it really didn't matter, because my parents could sleep in the same bed, my two brothers in the other bed, I would sleep on the floor (I didn't mind). As we were unpacking all of are stuff, my brother notice a dead scorpion on the floor.........well..........that was it.............I wasn't going to sleep on the floor with scorpions. So me and my brothers had to sleep in one bed together (3 in one bed, great!) since there wasn't enough room in the bed for us to sleep the "normal" way, we ended up sleeping like the 3 stooges, one sleeping at the head of the bed, one in the middle and one at the foot of the bed. (with our heads and feet hanging off each side of the bed) Eventually we fell asleep................ Sometime in the middle of the night I remember waking up to someone shaking me, and this wasn't just a little nudge to "wake up" kind of shake. This felt like someone was actually using the full force of there body to physically push me down into the bed and release, this happened at least 10 times in a row (as if someone were violently shaking me)............ I woke up screaming.............. nobody else woke up. Being freaked out by now I started pushing my brothers and trying to wake them up, but still nobody woke up, so I just ended up putting the covers over my head, and "sweating" myself to sleep. (I had noticed that the time on the clock when this happened was 3:16am) A short while after this, I was still freaked out trying to fall back asleep, I heard my dad start to murmur/sort of cry in his sleep.....and I thought to myself "OH GOD! its attacking DAD!" I soon fell asleep, still scared to death! Early the next morning, everyone was already up when I awoke, I proceeded to tell my family what had happened the night before, and how freaked out I was and that nobody would wake up. My brothers then mentioned how they both woke up around 3 am (independently), and pulled there legs closer to their bodies (because they were hanging off the edge of the bed) after getting a creepy feeling. Later, during breakfast (free breakfast at the hotel) my dad asked the lady behind the counter if anyone had reported anything weird happening in the hotel, and she had mentioned the a lot of people reported weird things happening in the room next to us but not in our room. So this hotel is definitely haunted............... SORRY FOR MAKING THE STORIES SO LONG, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THEM HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!! ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!